Sunday my boyfriend and I spent something like 9 hours into the FANTASTIC "Artisan Fair" (official page)
Due to personal commitments, we reduced the last day, so there was a frenzy, but apart from the fact that I firmly believed in a couple of occasions that I would have removed the legs in Mrs. Potato Head style, was a really fun day.
I found myself watching (with a no so smart expression in the last hrs, I admit) faces from all over the world, a beautiful kaleidoscopic show.
Perfumes sometimes similar and sometimes conflicting so crazy, driving to stalls where the longest conversation (if the seller did not speak English) took place in a few moves:
Due to personal commitments, we reduced the last day, so there was a frenzy, but apart from the fact that I firmly believed in a couple of occasions that I would have removed the legs in Mrs. Potato Head style, was a really fun day.
I found myself watching (with a no so smart expression in the last hrs, I admit) faces from all over the world, a beautiful kaleidoscopic show.
Perfumes sometimes similar and sometimes conflicting so crazy, driving to stalls where the longest conversation (if the seller did not speak English) took place in a few moves:
- us pointing what we wanted to see \ buy,
- nod of the seller,
- the goods passing to us and price mimicked \ grunting in Italian mixed with do not know what language,
- bill pay, grateful smile and byebye.
Now, I can not say the name of the Hungarian sweet that I ate (I took the promotional card 'cause it has their webpage, otherwise I could die trying to search it on google) but I know only one thing: next year I make a charge, for all tastes. Addictive!
If you look at the site, there is a map (lazy ones click here) and you will see that the exhibit it's something HUGE.
About 3000 exhibitors
(Some nicely pushy, I tried to sell brandy to the MORNING, other poor people were so tried by week of immersion that you would want to buy them a drip, others were probably so happy to be the last day that seemed under helium effect)
If you look at the site, there is a map (lazy ones click here) and you will see that the exhibit it's something HUGE.
About 3000 exhibitors
(Some nicely pushy, I tried to sell brandy to the MORNING, other poor people were so tried by week of immersion that you would want to buy them a drip, others were probably so happy to be the last day that seemed under helium effect)
Typical foodstuffs from every region of Italy
(Focaccia of Recco that left a DIVINE 1km long perfume trail, limoncello, nougat, sardinian Seadas I tried for the first time and loved instantly)
and from any European country
(Such as PESTO CHEESE that, for a Genoese like me, was a heresy, but ... Damn it was good. And AUSTRIAN!)
(Such as PESTO CHEESE that, for a Genoese like me, was a heresy, but ... Damn it was good. And AUSTRIAN!)
tailoring of the highest level
(if things cost around 1000 €, go quiet that my bf pointed to 300m, a wannabeprince.)
creations for the home or trinkets that gave evidence of the typical Italian fantasy that sets us apart
(Beautiful puppets that, in theory, were for children, but I would have taken 300 just for me, were squishy!)
(Beautiful puppets that, in theory, were for children, but I would have taken 300 just for me, were squishy!)
And too much more to be told.
Defects?
The Japanese section was small and not particularly exciting. But we bought a set of coffee cups are full of kanji that is a marvel!
At the Sicilian restaurant we paid maybe a little 'too much, considering it was a self-service and we had not got that much, the staff was not particularly friendly (but is understable, after 1 week of delirium). But their greatest sin was not having a debit card, forcing my boyfriend to a race for the nearest ATM. I understand the little shop that sells trinkets from 2 € if you can not use, but a restaurant that shoots and passes 50 euros for 2 starters, 2 drinks, 4 potato croquettes and a cannoli without table service ... Well, maybe it's me I can not calculate well. In their favor, however, was the goodness of the dishes.
What else can I say? I look forward to year 2012 and, in the meantime, we will turn to other shows (broken legs permitting).
Defects?
The Japanese section was small and not particularly exciting. But we bought a set of coffee cups are full of kanji that is a marvel!
At the Sicilian restaurant we paid maybe a little 'too much, considering it was a self-service and we had not got that much, the staff was not particularly friendly (but is understable, after 1 week of delirium). But their greatest sin was not having a debit card, forcing my boyfriend to a race for the nearest ATM. I understand the little shop that sells trinkets from 2 € if you can not use, but a restaurant that shoots and passes 50 euros for 2 starters, 2 drinks, 4 potato croquettes and a cannoli without table service ... Well, maybe it's me I can not calculate well. In their favor, however, was the goodness of the dishes.
What else can I say? I look forward to year 2012 and, in the meantime, we will turn to other shows (broken legs permitting).
Ah!
I received as gift from my boyfriend a black umbrella exactly like the one my Shinja a.e. has! ♥ it!
I received as gift from my boyfriend a black umbrella exactly like the one my Shinja a.e. has! ♥ it!
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| hungarian sweets♥ |
A causa di impegni personali ci siamo ridotti all'ultimo giorno, quindi c'era un delirio generale ma, a parte il fatto che ho fermamente creduto in un paio di occasioni che mi si sarebbero smontate le gambe stile Mrs Potato, è stata una giornata davvero divertente.
Mi sono ritrovata a guardare (con aria ben poco intelligente ad un certo punto, lo ammetto) facce da ogni parte del mondo, uno spettacolo caleidoscopico bellissimo.
Profumi a volte simili a volte contrastanti in modo pazzesco, guidavano verso bancarelle dove la conversazione più lunga (se il venditore non parlava inglese) si svolgeva in poche mosse:
- noi che indicavamo cosa volevamo vedere\acquistare,
- cenno di assenso del venditore,
- passaggio merce e prezzo mimato\grugnito in italiano misto a non so quale lingua,
- cacciare la moneta sorriso di ringraziamento e via.
Se vi guardate il sito, c'è la mappa (per i più pigri ecco il link ) e vedrete che è una cosa IMMANE.
Circa 3000 espositori
(Alcuni simpaticamente invadenti, ti provavano a vendere grappa al MATTINO, altri poverini erano talmente provati dalla settimana di full immersion che ti veniva voglia di comprargli una flebo, altri ancora erano probabilmente talmente felici che fosse l'ultimo giorno che sembravano sotto elio)
Cibarie tipiche da ogni regione d'italia
(focaccia di Recco che lasciava una scia DIVINA lunga 1km, limoncelli, torroni, Seadas sarde che ho provato per la prima volta ed amato all'istante)
e da ogni stato europeo
(tipo il FORMAGGIO AL PESTO che, per una genovese come me, era un eresia ma... Diamine era buono. Ed AUSTRIACO!),
sartoria d'altissimo livello
(se le cose costavano intorno ai 1000€, vai tranquilla che il mio ragazzo le puntava da 300m, uno Sceicco mancato)
creazioni per la casa o ninnoli che davano prova della fantasia tipicamente italiana che ci contraddistingue
(dei pupazzi stupendi che, in teoria, erano per i bambini, ma me ne sarei presi 300 solo per me, erano morbidosi!)
E troppo altro ancora per esser raccontato.
Difetti?
La sezione giapponese era piccola e non particolarmente entusiasmante. Però abbiamo comprato un set di tazzine da caffè tutte piene di kanji che è una meraviglia!
Al ristorante siciliano abbiamo pagato forse un po' troppo, considerando che era un self service e non avevamo preso poi molto, lo staff non era particolarmente accogliente (ma ci sta, dopo 1 settimana di delirio). Però la loro pecca maggiore è stata non avere il bancomat, costringendo il mio ragazzo ad una corsa per prelevare. Capisco il negozietto che vende ninnoli da 2€ se non usa il pos, ma un ristorante che spara 50 e passa euro per 2 primi, 2 bibite, 4 crocchette di patate ed un cannolo, senza servizio al tavolo... Bah, magari sono io che non so calcolare bene. A loro favore c'era comunque la bontà delle portate.
Che altro dire? Aspetto con impazienza l'edizione 2012 e, nel frattempo, vedremo di girare altre fiere (gambe distrutte permettendo).
Ah!
Ho ricevuto in regalo dal mio fidanzato un ombrellino nero esattamente come quello della mia Shinja! ♥it!
Ho ricevuto in regalo dal mio fidanzato un ombrellino nero esattamente come quello della mia Shinja! ♥it!
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